After I Lost You

When you tell me that love just isn’t for youI think I understand what you meanAlas, I will never knowBecause I fear we will never speak again.

The silence that fell upon usIs an unwanted husbandI have learned to abide.But I cheat all the timeAnd Google you, because GoogleIs magical, and one dayOn the shores of its algorithmsIt will deliver to me a journal of you:Your hopes and fears and thoughts and dreamsYou, in word incarnateYou, distant and unreachableYou, past tenseYou, without me.